Long Clara Poems

from island corner, big Antrim lad
  to Belfast city, a tiny pad
  shattered windows, tilted clocks
  Goliath had lost his socks
  gargantuan giant going mad

  Armagh apple girl, any topic
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The victim list keeps growing

But no one really cares

The gristmill claims another one

Keep your hands in and don't stare

Hollywood is the golden land

The eternal silver screen

But many souls are lost here

A lot of greats or...

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NEWS Item AP: TOGO
LOME – In an effort to topple a government set up to end a 24 year dictatorship rebellious army troops seized the state broadcasting station yesterday, then left the building but returned...

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Life is way too short for some, and far too long for others -


“Says here, ‘Lester Kiblingworth - a former county sheriff - and oldest man in Sidwell, passed away at one-oh-three,’” 
I announced to...

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This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 2 parts. 
   The 1st HALF can be...

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Roaring Twenties

Nostalgia and age like bacon and eggs,
With buttered toast and jam on the side for breakfast;
And coffee, and a glass of orange juice to drink,
And a memory in-between to rethink.

The day begins with boring...

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We came from the beginning, shrouded mists of time and space,
And in this vast and northern clime each found our sacred place.
We were our country’s pioneers, the people of the land,
We lit the flame and...

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She wore flowers in her hair


I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my place in life,
I decide a trip was needed,
I was told in Vienna,
the wine was sweet and the city was beautiful.

The...

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A handful of stars 

In the right pocket of my trouser

Eliminating all the tsars

Inside the child of wild world

Time in a swirl

And another handful of moon pieces

Bridges and beaches

In the left pocket

My room in a...

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Well, this morning began “a fine kettle of fish” to my taste
(ambiguity present and somewhat ironic), no waste
of intent here. ‘Walk’ mentioned proforma, ‘glazed doughnut’ from Stan’s (1)
tasked, a possible ‘chaser’ to sweeten the plot....

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County seat, of Mason County, Washington, highly rates
United States Westernmost city on Puget Sound e quates 
above ground sans tectonic plates
Population 9,834 per 2010 census 
end result from biological mates
maintains commission form of government 
drafted...

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WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN"S LOVER      part 3

Now Jorgie met a new love
He begged to make her wife
First, they’d fetch her small boy
 to start a fresh new life.

So East they went...

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Hail "Ha," Well Met!

“Ha’s” a friend who I cherished and felt cherished by
More than sister or brother, our parents were sky
Overhead, sun, moon, stars that still glow in their pride
That two mates (born of stardust)...

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(do enjoy frolicking gently imaginatively)

County seat, of Mason County, 
   Washington, United States
westernmost city on Puget Sound 
   above ground sans tectonic plates

population 9,834 per 2010 census 
   end...

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this paean to the place name sans title of poem actually mooch oh years decades? ago, when my youngest sister began her decades long residence along the Pacific Northwest.
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T'was the day of Thanksgiving,             
All was nice and set;             ...

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Under the African blue skies
I saw this beauty with a sparkling eyes
Full of charms and majestic aura
They said her name was Clara
But I was a very poor cowboy
Who could not afford even a baby’s toy
How...

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We are all from an Osucaste,
those prepared for the gods of the land but rejected by the sun. 
The sand we march on are our brothers and sisters, who were discriminated too. 
They died a...

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"I really don't believe you sorry.."

this is what the Creatrix and Chaotica one told me and will tell you too.

none are worthy and all will be rejected if they approach her throne on their own...

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I became a FART
                               ...

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This poem is not mine. Credit goes to R. McSpadden, aka Texas Bob, wrote this version of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas (TexasBob.com)

Merry Christmas y’all from Bill and Sara Baker, proud Texans.
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‘Twas the night before...

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Im frühen Morgenlicht
Der Tau auf hellen Gräsern
So einsam leuchtend

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Early morning light 
The dew on bright shiny grass 
So solitary shining

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En la luz de la mañana
El rocío sobre la hierba clara 
Tan solo está brillando

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_________Kirschblüten/Cherry Blossoms/Flores...

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Puffy fat potato heads, skinny stockings sewn,
bunched and hunched in bedrooms where
they’re scattered, scrapped, or thrown.

Clara, Dolly, Elmo, Sally, three wise sisters, Mr. mittens; 
shoes and bags, skins in rags, scars from dog-teeth bitten.
Clothing torn,...

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Take your halcyon moment, have your blissful jaunt
Explore the northern hills and rivers, their helix flaunts
From zigzag paths of the south, from verdant plains of the north
Passing by the west coasts, ascend to their conjuring...

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Shoot, girl ...
          You spin my synapses like a sugar rush
               ...

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